52 thoughts on “My Pens”

Ha! I’m clearly not the first one to have this thought, but we really need to get rid of the whole “needle-in-a-haystack” analogy. It’s (almost) as outdated as handwriting notes during meetings. Instead, it should be finding-a-working-pen-in the drawer-full-of-dead-pens. But then again…who uses pens anymore?

HAHAHA! Join the club. I knew I’d enjoy this post as soon as I read the title. Well, I’ve decided to take a break away from Facebook and blogging to deal with my clutter, including pens. Yes, I keep them in mugs too. Why do pens seem to multiply more than other stuff?

I read you post on decluttering. I’ve made a note of it and if you don’t emerge from the clutter by June, I will contract the relevant authorities. 🙂 I don’t know why pens proliferate the way they do, maybe it is just their way of telling us that we need to write more.

Shame on you. You call yourself a writer and you can’t find a pen. How do you think you’re going to write down that brilliant idea you get in the middle of the night? Where would Fitzgerald be without his pen? Where would Hemingway be without his pen? I am very disappointed with you, Greg.

Twenty years ago, I was sent to “a major Midwestern University” to install a system I developed for the Minneapolis Police. I thought it would take less than half a day, instead I was sucked into a series of management meeting where the number of participants grew like bacteria in a Petri dish. In despair I suggested that we divide into a governing group and a working group. I would be the working group. After four hours of work, I install the system and fled back to the safety of the police.

Several years later, my lieutenant received an email from the governing group….worried about the lack of progress of the working group. They had been meeting the whole time.

What a smart way to get out of management meetings, which in my opinion, rank right up there as one of the ten biggest wastes of time in the entire world! As for the pens, we have the same problem. Despite the fact that each time I find a pen that doesn’t work I actually throw it away. Yet whenever I need one, I find myself stuck with a drawer full of pens that don’t work. I think they breed, like rabbits.

Government management meetings are the worst. I remember sitting through a four hour meeting with thirty other people and calculating how much the meeting was costing the taxpayers…. You don’t want to know.

I disagree that pens breed like rabbits. It is rabbits who breed like pens.

I just spent some time cleaning off my desk and tested every pen. I now have a sizable pile of pens that work. However, they have been sitting in the kitchen for a week, because for some reason or another I cannot remember where they belong

I have those same three mugs, but since I don’t have access to the checkbook, I don’t have to worry. I chaired a committee for one year at work, which required preparing the minutes. That task hasn’t circled back to me since. These days, I doodle during meetings. If I speak, people are kind of ok. If I start to draw while I’m speaking, I know they will bring the meeting to a quick end.

Oh, I am never allowed access to the whole checkbook – only one blank check at a time and only for special events like plumbers. When I am issued the check, she holds it back until I promise not to mess it up with the wrong Pay To The Order Of or amount. I am occasionally allowed to get the date radically wrong, because after all, we live in a small town where everyone knows me and is willing to cut me some slack.

Ha! I “loan” pens and pencils to my students every day. And never get any back. Never. I accuse them of having yard sales on the weekends and only selling my writing utensils. The killer for me with the card reader was at my grandson’s All County Music Concert. You know how they have tables set up with t-shirts, key chains etc with the school logos or funny music-oriented signs, ties, etc? Usually the PTA does those and are happy with small bills or correct change. This year we put aside a few things and my husband got out his wallet and a couple of $20’s . The lady said “Um….we don’t really do cash. Do you have a credit card?” And into her smart phone with the card reader went my husband’s credit card. At a school concert. Who’d a thunk it?

I agree on the pens. Same at my place, however, my ex husband is an architect & engineer and he has the best penmanship I’ve ever seen. Don’t y’all take a specific course on it? Oops, I mean creative minds are supposed to have creative handwriting.

I tried the fountain pen while working. I had five black splotch pockets in five white shirts. Seems every time I took a flight the pressurization would force the ink into my shirt. I finally figured it out. I saw one of those shirts in the rag bag the other day. I still have the pen but it still scares me. (it is German made)

Great story and so relatable. I try to sort my pen blossoms about once a year – if I remember. This woman who used to get penmanship certificates is now in the “what is that word supposed to be?” category. I blame all the hours spent typing poorly. I must admit that as bad as my handwriting has become, it’s still better than my typing.

I decorate my desk with bouquets of pens in mugs. They look good and never need watering. But, like yours, the pens don’t write. Even a pen that wrote fine yesterday will stop writing as soon add it enters the bouquet.

But… oh, never mind. I not only remember deckel-edged stationery, I use it from time to time, and it deserves a good pen. Part of our problem with all those pens and pencils that collect is that they’re considered of little or no worth. I still have the “grownup” ink fountain pen I received for high school graduation. The new cartridge style pens were around, but a real, fillable pen still was considered a worthy gift, and silver or gold Parker pen and mechanical pencil sets once were the most requested gift item in the country.

That pen was so valuable, I knew where it was at all times. When forced to use a ballpoint pen, it was a little like having to put up with fast food for supper instead of mama’s pot roast. You could do it, but you weren’t necessarily happy about it.

Back in grade school, the nuns would not allow us to use ball point pens. They claimed that ball points allowed you to write too fast and the resistance of the fountain pens gave the writer better control. Something can be said for this. Considering also that the pens the fountain pen replaced required the writer to dip the pen in ink after each sentence, allowing a moment to consider what to write next.

The worst are those signature pads at the store. Most of the time the screen hardly works and it is difficult to gain traction with the electronic pens. If I ever had to contest a signature, I could claim a dog wrote it.